The air between them crackled. Nancy’s hands fisted at her sides, fighting the urge to shove him away… or pull him closer. Her p***y throbbed, traitorous and slick. She could feel the heat radiating off his body, the solid wall of muscle that had only gotten better with age.
“Tell me to leave,” he murmured, voice rough. “Say it like you mean it.”
She opened her mouth. Nothing came out.
Vaughn’s hand slid to her waist, thumb brushing the underside of her breast through the thin fabric. “That’s what I thought.”
He kissed her.
It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t romantic. It was ten years of pent-up hatred and lust crashing together—teeth clashing, tongues fighting for dominance. Nancy moaned into his mouth despite herself, hands coming up to grip his shirt as she kissed him back just as viciousl
